Caught in the rain

My name is Jeff. I am eighteen-years-old, and I wanted to share with you the story that changed my life forever; when my Mom and I became lovers.

One weekend, my dad, my mom and my twin sister Beth, were working on a big landscaping project in the backyard. We had done a lot of digging and excavating and the day was hot and muggy. We were almost finished with the digging when Dad sent me and Mom to the Home Depot to pick up the supplies we ordered for the job. Dad agreed to stay and finish up with the help of my sister.

Mom and I jumped in my ’68 Ventura station wagon that I had tricked out, and took off. We live out in the boonies a little bit and the home center was a good 20 miles away. As we traveled down the highway, we noticed that storm clouds were building off on the horizon and Mom remarked that she hoped we could beat the storm.

I have to back up a bit and describe my family here. My Dad is a big lumberjack of a man. He was a lineman in college and met my mother who was a track athlete. Mom is 5’7” and built like a brick shithouse. She has light brown hair and green eyes with a knockout smile. She had some breastwork done and she competes in fitness competitions even at the age of 37. She has about two ounces of body fat. My sister and I are both tall and athletic and neither of us has ever had problems attracting the opposite sex.

Back to the story. We made good time to the home center and picked up the trailer that was already loaded and ready to go. Dad is a big contractor in town and the home center gives him lots of perks. Every guy that walked by took a double take at my mom as she stood at the counter paying for the load. She was wearing denim cutoffs and a tank top and I just shook my head at the guys as they stared, letting them know I was irritated. I never looked at my mom sexually. I knew she was hot, but she was my mom.

We pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home, not thinking to cover the load we were hauling, and by this time the skies were really turning black. Mom called ahead to tell Dad about the weather, and he let her know in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want any of the bags of concrete ruined. I stepped on the gas as we headed out of town.

As the first few drops of rain hit the windshield I told Mom that we needed to find someplace to duck out of the rain until it passed over. A mile further down the road I turned down a dirt road and headed into an apple grove.

This is the Ritter’s property. Where are we going” my mom asked.

There is an old barn where we can pull the trailer into.” I told her.

I don’t even want to know how you know about this place,” she laughed.





The rain was falling pretty steady when I pulled up to a gate in the grove. Mom, get out and open the gate and then shut it after I pull through.”

I guess this means I’m getting wet.”

We both will be soon enough.” I answered.

I pulled through the gate and waited for mom to shut it and climb back into the car. She was soaked. Shit! We gotta hustle.” I groaned, and drove down a little path that led to a small barn. We both jumped out and opened the bay doors to the building. I was drenched in 30 seconds. There was a tractor parked right in the middle of the barn, which made it necessary for me to back the trailer into the barn. This left the front of the station wagon sticking out into the rain, but at least the trailer was out of the weather. I jumped out of the car and ran into the barn where Mom was examining the contents of the trailer.

We might lose the top two bags of concrete.” She said. Everything else looks okay.”

I looked out at the rain, which by now was coming down in sheets. This was going to be one of those 3 or 4 hour storms. Mom called Dad and told him where we were. I could hear him yelling as she hung up the phone and walked over to me. She looked out at the weather.

Stranded.”

It appears so.”

Good in a way. Your father is pissed. We should have covered the load according to him. He’ll be cooled off by the time we get home.”

The storm had dropped the temperature and the wind had kicked up. I looked over at Mom and noticed that she was shivering. I couldn’t help but notice her hardened nipples sticking out through her sheer bra and tank top.

Your headlights are on.” I joked.

Easy fresh guy, I’m freezing to death. I wish I had worn a work shirt.”

I moved around behind her and put my arms around her. My arms were crossed just below her breasts and I pulled her back against me in an effort to shield her as best I could.

This should help a little.” I said.

Such a gentleman I raised. That helps a bunch. Thanks honey.”

She crossed her arms over mine and we leaned against the side of the car watching the rain come down.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that before I became aware of the warmth of my mother’s body against me. I also became aware of her ass pressed against my crotch and the feel of her breasts against my arms. It all kind of happened at the same time. My chin rested against the top of her ear, and I suddenly began to notice the smell of her body.